Storms put an end to both, and they also drove me out of California. Whilst riding up to Death Valley, I noticed a sign just north Mojave, with my favorite emblem on it.
Seeing this little guy anywhere makes me smile. They usually have the amusements that I prefer. So I stopped in to say hello in Jawbone Off-Highway Vehicle Open Area. It was pretty awesome and unexpected, I am very glad I stopped.
Got a great spot to camp/park.
Up and over the first hill.
Found a few abandoned mine shafts from the turn of the century. They all required some rope to get down to the ladder(the 100 year old wooden ladder that continued straight down the hole) very scary stuff.
Lots of awesome Joshua trees were everywhere. This grove was next to a mile long pit of DEATH-SAND that was a foot deep. I struggled with my street tires.
A cold, wet storm blew us north east, to find the Trona Pinnacles enroute to Death Valley. The BLM lets you drive THRU their monuments.
After fun at Pinnacles, we climbed over the mountain into Death Valley. The storm was blowing sand everywhere, and I could not get out of the vehicle without getting it in my eyes. The further I got into the park, the more it cleared, but it was still miserable. I took a few shots, and hauled ass out of the park for refuge in Nevada.
Devil’s Golf Course – very cool salt formations over a foot high. Notice the mountain in the background is obscured.
And of course, Badwater Basin – the lowest point in North America (282 feet below seal level) The white marker directly above the front of the bus (3/4 of the way up the rock) points to sea level.
Refuge in Pahrump, Nv. What a shithole.
Video tonight or tomorrow.